Chapter 5Todd
Todd, too, had arrived back home.
“Hey, Toad. Sorry I’m late.”
Late being an understatement. He’d been gone for more than twenty-four hours, and he’d even crossed state lines. Poor creature must be starving. Todd took a quick look at the plastic bag he held in his hand, one that contained his own dinner. An order of Chicken Lo Mein from Wok 88, an egg roll to get him started, realizing he’d been thinking of himself and his own appetite, less about Toad’s. He’d make up for it; his pet would eventually forgive him.
Setting down his food on a wood coffee table, he went over to the tank.
Big round eyes blinked at him from beneath the water with expectation. The aquatic frog glared at him like “where the hell ya been, I’m hungry,” but when Todd dropped food into the water, al
